at the airport

So.  Here I am.  At the airport.  Plane doesn’t leave until almost 7 p.m.  2 hours from now.  I could have used those 2 hours at home doing stuff.  Part of the travel experience.  Part of the reason I don’t like travel.  I just like being other places.  The computer sez it’s 94 in GV;  I checked the forecast for Pitigiliano (closest town to Savano) and it should be 80s and 90s there.  I threw in an old swimsuit at the last minute figuring that I can toss it when I leave Italy. 

Maybe I should go somewhere and have a glass of wine.